Circling the 5th Ocean: Volume II

Leave me alone, I'm fine on my own, 
I just have some things I've gotta work out - 
An exquisite corpse made up time warps, 
Life can be a bitch and leave you in doubt 

But I'll be okay, just give me a day, 
A week, a month, or maybe even all year... 
You don't know what's wrong, so I wrote this song 
To tell you everything that you need to hear: 

I don't know what you expect from me, 
Even jesus made his mama cry; 
And I don't have a real philosophy 
No really I am just some fuckin guy. 

By building a whole and bullet-proof soul, 
I'm hoping I can become less of a jerk; 
I put up a shelf, where I keep my best self 
And take me down when I've got time for the work 

But it's no easy task, so don't even ask me 
Why sometimes I just can't come out and play - 
Cuz living is hard, and as sharp as these shards are 
I prefer than no one gets in the way... 


I don't know what you expect from me, 
Even jesus made his mama cry; 
And I don't have a real philosophy 
No really I am just some fuckin guy.

Just Some Fuckin Guy

Circling the 5th Ocean: Volume II

I keep taking everything for granted, 
No matter what I do I just can't seem to get planted but now 
I think you think I'm the kind of person 
You'd like to have around when the worst begins to worsen - 

Right back at ya, my love 
Right back at ya, my love 
Right back at ya, my love - 
You and me could be we if we wanted to be 

I don't know a single thing for certain, 
But while we stay together we're bound to go on hurtin' 
So if you feel lost in quiet desperation 
And find your thoughts keep drifting to permanent vacation - 

Right back at ya, my love 
Right back at ya, my love 
Right back at ya, my love 0 
You and me could be free if we wanted to be 

I keep taking everything for granite 
But nothing's writ in stone and we're free to roam the planet 
And we may have left a million words unspoken 
But if your life is twice as happy if just a bit heartbroken - 

Right back at ya, my love 
Right back at ya, my love 
Right back at ya, my love 
You and me could be free if we wanted to be 

Right back at ya, my love, right back at ya my love, 

Right back at ya, my love 
Right back at ya, my love 
Right back at ya, my love 
You and I, eye to eye til the day that we die

Right Back At Ya

Circling the 5th Ocean: Volume II

Everybody's talking but with nothing to say, like we're only making noises so we don't fade away (just like) 
Everyone is watching so we don't have to see that the world is always prettier when it's on TV 

And I'm a movie star, 
So 'scuse me while I act bizarre - 
Broadcasting from my boudoir, 
I'm adding to the reservoir... 

If I want steak and mashed potatoes at a quarter to 3, baby I'm the fuckin' customer, you have to agree 
I got so many important things to be every day, and I got no time for peasants who just get in my way 

Cuz I'm a movie star, 
Leave everybody's jaw ajar, 
You're never gonna get as far, no no, 
But baby you can drive my car 


Lost in contemplation of whatever, you know, while rushing all around as if there's someplace to go - 
Are you really more important than the regular folk, or just the latest victim of the old cosmic joke? 

You're not a movie star, no no 
And nobody cares who you are, 
We're cattle to the abatoir, 
We're water in the reservoir... 
Your brain is in a walking jar 
And everyone is on a par, 
So fade out from the film noir - 
Not everyone's a movie star, no no no no.....

BryanBower